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Sun 30 Mar, 2003 02:11 pm
Many people have cute little names that they call their kids, spouses, and other people that they love. What are yours? How did you come to call the person that name?
Gawd, it'll only embarrass the poor man. But we do call each other by the same pet name, which isn't an actual word. It originally derived from "Baby face". Sorry, can't tell you any more ....
Over the first few days as I held my baby, his size, weight and shape moved me to call him J.Pot, which then became J.H.Little pot, which changed to J.H.Bunnypot, then J.H.Bunnypot Beeper B. For his first year Bunnypot or Beeper got some use. Then we both outgrew them.
Cute!
The sozlet is called an infinite number of things, many of them derivations of "bunny". (I have no idea how that started.) She has just begun to object:
Me: Hey funny bunny, what are you up to?
sozlet: No.
Me: No?
sozlet: I'm not a bunny, I'm a girl. (Very serious, professorial face.)
Sozobe,
I like "the sozlet", and I like her attitude even better.
As to why so many bunny-nyms, cuteness counts, and methinks Beatrix Potter has much to answer for in this matter.
Methinks you're right. "Bunnypot" is awfully cute.
Welcome, by the way!
How old is your kiddo now? (The sozlet's 2.)
When my son was little I use to call him bunny face, but he's long grown out of that.
Mrs. SealPoet is My Best Girl.
The SealPups are the Weasles.
Oh... and the SealPups' mother is 'Bus'
Which is short for "I hope she gets run over by a bus'...
all my son's life I've given him nicknames. His given name is
William and over the years it's been Wilhelm, Willoughby, you name
it. His current nickname is Goomba or Goombahead. Don't know
why, just something I've always done. Even the cat has nicknames.
I call the girls I care for all sorts of stuff. Now remember that I was a dog-owner first....
peanutbutter butt
cutie patootie
cutie pie
bubble-iscious
sugar pie
sugar plum
I accidentaly called my sister honey after a day with her kid. I called te last b/f tiger because he was such a kitty-cat.
My man is Doktorrr Traktorrr. It does wonders when you call him that, wait, not you, when I call him that.
peanutbutter butt kind of rolls of your tongue, wait no, it kind of sticks to the roof of your mouth....
Note to self: don't call the surgeon doktorr traktorr
You note that to self well, missy. What if the little man gets confused? You know them little men, very easily confusible.
he doesn't seem a bit confused, little though he may be.
he is MY height, can't be little if we use the right logic. Right logic based an the assertion that I ain't little! ain't and ain't and ain't!
you are not short for a woman your age.
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